The Happy Bathroom
When the therapists suggests going to my "happy place", she means where I feel safe and calm. She doesn't really expect a mental bathroom break. But, hey, I like the upstairs bathroom in the condo. It stays clean and has fun, color-coordinated knickknacks arranged by someone nameless with a terrific sense of design and humor. True, I haven't had a therapist for at least a decade. There haven't been three teen sons sharing that upstairs bathroom for many years now, either. Back then it was NOT a happy place!
Today I celebrate the blooming of the shower orchid. I can't wait to see how the flowers open in that contorted corner above the shower stall.
© 2012 Nancy L. Ruder